User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-25220117-20121103162510

''Deathslunk and his rat companion soon found they weren't alone upon the dusty, sunscorched trail as a high-pitched whistle rent the air. The once calm atmosphere was shattered as beasts broke cover from teh underbrush, their shined leather armor gleaming in the sun alongside steel spearheads and swordpoints. A crimson-furred weasel slunk onto the trail, an easily-detected swagger in his step as he looked down upon the two bandits, wiping dust from his rough, brutish face "Lookit wot we 'ave 'ear, mates...Trespassers, many would've called `em "He swiftly drew a sword from its scabard with a metallic screech, prickling Deathslunk's throat as he spat out his words "But ye' know wot I call these wretches? Interlopers''"